Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty.

autobiography at least saves a man or woman that the world is curious about from the publication of a string of mistakes called 'Memoirs.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.

You youngsters nowadays think you're to begin with living well and working easy; you've no notion of running afoot before you get on horseback.

There are men whose presence infuses trust and reverence.

Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay; And the mansion at last will be given To us as we build it each day.

The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.